Chapter 2922 Strange Fire

Gu Zichuan spoke in a cold voice: "Jiang Miao must die! Jiang Yichen, even you can't stop me!"

Who would have thought that Gu Zichuan, the little saint son of Xihua Holy Pool with a sunny smile always on his face, would be so terrifying when angry, like an angry beast.

Immediately afterwards, Gu Zichuan's crimson eyes ignored Jiang Yichen and walked straight towards Jiang Miao step by step.

Jiang Miao's body tensed up, and glistening beads of sweat appeared on his face. The sweat rolled down. He looked at Jiang Yichen nervously, as if looking at a life-saving straw, and his throat seemed to be trembling.

In the next moment, Gu Zichuan casually waved his hand, and a bolt of divine power shot out instantly, hitting Jiang Miao's chest and sending him down into the abyss.

Jiang Yichen wanted to stop him, but as Gu Zichuan said, Jiang Yichen couldn't stop him.

Jiang Miao screamed for help: "Young Master!"

At this moment, his eyes were already dim, as if there was a transparent film attached to them, and they were gray. His mind was in chaos, and he allowed his body to be blown down the abyss by the fierce aura.

Dusting off his plain white shirt, Gu Zichuan turned and left, gradually disappearing from everyone's sight.

Jiang Yichen said coldly: "Gu Zichuan, I remember you."

Gu Zichuan turned his back to him and said calmly: "Oh."

Gu Zichuan walked towards the people in the Xihua Holy Pond and said, "Huai Jin."

Zhou Huaijin stood up and said, "Senior brother."

Gu Zichuan's eyes were slightly drooped, as if covered with a transparent film, misty, and he said in a voice as if he was arranging funeral arrangements: "You will lead the team on the next route, and be careful on the mountaineering. Also, Help me take care of Jingjing.”

Bai Jingjing said: "Senior brother, what are you going to do?"

As she spoke, her delicate jade hands, as delicate as mutton-fat jade, held Gu Zichuan tightly. Tears burst out of her eyes like a river bank bursting. She looked pitiful, and her dim eyes seemed to beg him not to leave.

In Bai Jingjing's heart, Gu Zichuan was her only relative. She had recognized him from the moment he picked her back from the beast's mouth.

Gu Zichuan looked at the abyss in front of him, his heart was as heavy as a mountain, his eyes were misty, he looked very tired, as if he had aged a lot in an instant.

He said slowly: "I have to find her."

Gu Zichuan's voice gradually became hoarse and he said, "Jingjing, I'm not with you anymore. You have to take care of yourself and listen to your senior brother Zhou."

After saying that, Gu Zichuan walked towards the abyss.

Facing the abyss, Gu Zichuan glanced at Jingjing for the last time with a smile, then jumped down, his slender and tall figure falling crazily towards the abyss.

"elder brother!"

Bai Jingjing's eyes stagnated for a moment, and her horrified eyes seemed to be frozen on her tear-filled cheeks. A moment later, a heartbreaking voice came from her mouth.

The sobbing, crying, and the sound of hot tears hitting the ground mixed into a sound that would break the heart of even a hard-hearted person.

"elder brother!"

Bai Jingjing murmured, her cries gradually stopped, and there was a determination deep in her clear eyes.

"Brother, Jingjing is here to accompany you!"

Bai Jingjing suddenly stood up and jumped towards the abyss.

The expressions of the people in the Xihua Sacred Pond suddenly froze, and Zhou Huaijin knelt directly on the edge of the abyss. Senior Brother Gu Zichuan asked him to take care of Jingjing, but at this moment, Jingjing jumped into the abyss under his nose.

In the dark and cold abyss, Gu Zichuan's figure fell crazily, and there was no place around him to bear any force. Gu Zichuan's eyes suddenly became solemn, and his divine power suddenly poured out crazily, and then he punched a cliff. , the powerful force of the impact caused his figure to fly backwards.

"Bang bang!"

Gu Zichuan turned around and stepped hard on the other side of the ravine.

However, there seemed to be a mysterious and powerful suction force beneath the bottomless abyss, which made his falling figure become more and more rapid. Even though he relied on the force from both sides of the abyss, he still kept his falling figure from falling. Half a minute of relief.

"You'er, wait for me——"

The belief in his heart supported him and lasted for a long time.

In the end, the divine power in Gu Zichuan's Qi Mansion was exhausted, his energy was weak, and he finally closed his heavy eyelids.

At the bottom of the abyss, it is cold and humid, and at the same time, a deathly calmness envelopes this space. From time to time, there is the sound of moisture condensing on the edge of the rock wall and gradually dripping. The sound is like rain falling from the eaves and tapping on white porcelain. , ethereal and clear.

The surroundings were pitch black, worse than splashing ink, and it looked the same whether he opened his eyes or closed them.

"Pah! Pah!"

In the darkness shrouded in silence, a sound similar to slapping suddenly came out, rippling in the gloomy abyss.

Aware of the pain coming from his cheeks, Ling Yun slowly opened his eyelids that were as heavy as mountains, and became conscious. Suddenly, the severe pain all over his body overwhelmed him instantly, hitting his brain crazily. Ling Yun's mind was in chaos. It felt like half of my feet had reached the gate of hell.

However, in front of his eyes at this moment, there were suddenly two groups of sparkling green will-o'-the-wisps shining, like the last flicker of the soul of a remnant in the wind, exuding an eerie light.

"ah--"

Ling Yun was shocked and pale, and the pain disappeared instantly. His buttocks jumped up as if being pricked by needles, and he retreated more than ten meters. His back, dripping with cold sweat, pressed tightly against the cold Jue He.

"Aww!"

It sounded like a childish voice, and at the same time, a third cyan-colored shining will-o'-the-wisp suddenly appeared in Ling Yun's frightened eyes.

Ling Yun's blood contracted, and his hair stood on end!

His eyes were fixed on the three will-o'-the-wisp in front of him, which were slightly jumping and slowly flying towards him. The wind sounded slightly, bringing a gloomy and cold air.

"Pah!"

The next moment, Ling Yun clenched his fist and blasted forward, hitting directly between the three will-o'-the-wisp.

"Ah! Woo!"

The childish voice came out again, crisp and transparent, vaguely like crying, gradually turning from slight sobbing to painful crying.

Ling Yun realized that the three will-o'-the-wisp in the dark looked like eyes and a mouth, and that little thing seemed to be a baby.

Ling Yun was still frightened. How could there be a baby in this abyss?

Could it be a ghost baby?

Using the power of the Fire Spirit of the Yin-Yang Tree of Ice and Fire, a flame flickered slightly on Ling Yun's fingertips. At this moment, this dark abyss like ink splashed with ink finally had the first ray of light besides the green ghost fire.

The flame flickered on Ling Yun's fingertips, illuminating the area of ​​ten feet around him. Compared with the vast darkness, this little light was really pitiful.